G.O.M.D

Hollywood Cole
 Go
 Ay Hollywood
 Hollywood Cole
 Go
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 You wanna know just where I'm at
 Well let me tell you 'bout it
 I put my city on the map
 But let me tell you 'bout it
 They tryna say I can't come back
 Ay let me tell you 'bout it
 Man fuck them nigga I come back
 Ay let me tell you 'bout it
 I wanna tell you 'bout it
 Hands up, everybody run
 Cole outside and he say he got a gun
 Niggas like "man that's what everybody say"
 Go and pop the trunk and everybody dead
 Everybody scared of the nigga
 Aware that the nigga is better
 All my bitches the pick of the litter
 Never bitter
 Niggas is faker than anime
 Me I never hate, get cake like Anna Mae, woah
 Eat the cake bitch, eat the damn cake
 Fuck good nigga we demand great
 Order Domino's and she take off all her clothes
 Nigga you know how it goes, make the pizza man wait
 The best kept secret
 Even hoes try and keep it and I leak the damn tape
 Rest in peace any nigga want beef
 Even secret service couldn't keep the man safe
 I said to the window, to the wall
 My nigga ride when I call
 Got bitches all in my mind
 Fuck nigga blocking my shine
 I know the reason you feel the way
 I know just who you wan' be
 So everyday I thank the man upstairs
 That I ain't you and you ain't me
 Get off my dick, woah
 (Get the fuck off my dick)
 Get off my dick, woah
 (Get the fuck off my dick nigga)
 Get off my dick, bitch, woah
 (Get the fuck off my dick)
 Get off my dick, bitch, woah
 Man fuck them niggas I come home and I don't tell nobody
 They gettin' temporary dough and I don't tell nobody
 Lord will you tell me if I changed, I won't tell nobody
 I wanna go back to Jermaine, and I won't tell nobody
 This is the part that the thugs skip
 Young nigga never had love
 You know, foot massage, back rub shit
 Blowing bubbles in the bathtub shit
 That is until I met you
 Together we done watch years go by
 Seen a river of your tears go by
 Got me thinkin' bout some kids, still I
 Tell them hoes come through
 (The break up)
 Get to know somebedy and you learn a lot about 'em
 When we long for you, start to doubt 'em
 Tell yourself you better off without 'em
 Then in time you will find can't walk without 'em
 Can't talk without 'em, can't breath without 'em
 Came here together, you can't leave without 'em
 So you walk back in, make a scene about 'em
 On your Amerie it's just 1 thing about 'em
 It's called love
 Niggas don't sing about it no more
 Don't nobody sing about it no more
 No more, no more
 It's called love
 Niggas don't sing about it no more
 Don't nobody sing about it no more
 (Nigga I don't sing about this shit no more)
 But there a nigga in the club singing
 I said to the window, to the wall
 My nigga ride when I call
 Got bitches all in my mind
 Fuck nigga blocking my shine
 I know the reason you feel the way
 I know just who you wan' be
 So everyday I thank the man upstairs
 That I ain't you and you ain't me
 Get off my dick
 But every nigga in the club singing
 Singing this song yeah
 Got all the bitches in the club singing
 Singing this song yeah
 And all they mamas let their kids sing it
 Sing this song yeah
 The baby mamas and the mistresses
 Singing this song yeah
 Song yeah, song song yeah
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 (The make up)
 This shit is retarded
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 Why every rich black nigga gotta be famous
 Why every broke black nigga gotta be brainless
 That's a stereotype
 Driven by some people up in Ariel Heights
 Here's a scenario
 Young Cole pockets is fat like little Terrio
 Dreamville, give us a year we'll be on every show
 Yeah fuck nigga I'm very sure
 Fuck the rest I'm the best nigga out
 When I'm back home I'm the best in the South
 When I'm in LA I'm the best in the West
 You can test, you can test, I'mma stretch niggas out
 Oooh I'mma stretch niggas out
 That go for all y'all if I left niggas out
 This shit for everbody on my testicle
 Please make sure you put the rest in your mouth, ho